Sloane recognizes Pan the moment she sees him, and yet, she doesn’t act as if she does. She is much older now, and he appears as though he hasn’t aged at all. When they first met, she was nothing but a yearling, young and naïve when she arrived in Neverland. She had been irritated there, the place not a good fit for her, but she had no other choice. But now, now she was grown and he still appeared young and dumb. Only time would tell if he matured at all. Did he even recognize her? Not that it mattered, really.
She listens to Pan’s explanation, that he lived here along the river. She didn’t recognize him nor did she smell Dawn Court on him. He was a wanderer. He reeked of every court and every person in them. However, she knows that Pan could not have summoned such a beast that committed the murders. If memory served her correctly, then he was far too passive to do much of anything except exist.
And then the red fellow speaks, claiming that he was just passing through. Isn’t that what all serial killers say when questioned about why they were such and such place? He may not look like a killer, but perhaps he had led the beast into Dawn Court. But she says nothing for now, listening to him ramble on about the murders being unforgiveable and that he will help seek justice. That is something the guilty would say.
It was then that Somnus arrived and he too, did not like her tactics for getting information. She looked to him with a scoff. “When kind words and soft questions do not get you the answers you need, I’ll be waiting. Interrogation is rarely polite.” Sure, she was a little more brash than the others, but there was a little bit of truth to her words. Sometimes, it took some rough interrogation to get the answers that led them to the true killer. This sort of interrogation Sloane was good at - perhaps Somnus might see that in time.
However, their little meeting was interrupted once again but someone they called Messalina. She seemed far too eager to get the king and queen to safety, offering to take them herself. It seemed like a coward’s way out of danger, but she didn’t expect everyone to be so brave.
Eulalie speaks again, speaking of the injuries and shock, claiming that a curfew might fix more of those issues. A curfew? A curfew would not stop a beast. The beast would come hunting anyway and end up in the center of the court in the search for blood. But she said nothing. She would not abide by some curfew. She had a beast to find. “The tracks follow the river, then go east from here.” She had followed the tracks to this very location, but had yet to follow them east, further into the forest. “They head into the forest.” What they intended to do with this information was not known at the present time.
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